I closed the laptop, put on my good blazer, and walked the two blocks back to my house. The front door stood open, music pounding inside. Nobody noticed me enter until I stopped at the head of the kitchen table. “Welcome to paradise,” I said quietly. Chelsea’s smile froze. Trevor dropped the stack of papers he was holding, and every relative in the room slowly turned to stare.

Behind me, the front door opened again. Helen Park walked in with two uniformed deputies and a man holding a thick folder. “Mrs. Whitfield,” Helen said calmly, “may I begin?” Gloria stood so fast her chair toppled. Chelsea whispered, “You can’t do this, you gave us permission.” I smiled and pointed to the small black camera above the refrigerator, its red light glowing steadily.